Harry Potter never had it easy. When he was just one year old, his parents died in a mysterious accident. He was taken in by his Aunt and Uncle, who said that they will look after him, however they never did. Ever since that day, he was mistreated, to the point it was a suprise he was still alive. he was given food and water, and even clothes and shelter, but all of that was at a cost. He was like a slave, doing all the chores, making breakfest for all of them, only getting whatever was left over and if his uncle was in a good mood, he was allowed to make something for himself, but not too big.
Not only that, but each day he was abused. His uncle would always take out all of the anger from work on him, his aunt will always hit him when his cousin broke something, and his cousin would always bully him, and he slept in the cupboard under the stairs, where he barely had placeto sleep. When Harry celebrated his 9th birthday, he was given the chance to escape the hell, and when he did, he never loked back as he ran for a while. After 2 hours, he finally stopped to breath, when an explosion rocked the area he was at.
(Y/N) and his family were on vacation in London. They had an amazing few days, watching a musical, a football match of their favourite team and even buying some teddybears in a build-a-bear factory. They decided to go out for lunch and they heard some nice things about the restraunt they went to. After being sitted and ordering their food, they had a peaceful time until a green light past by them, causing an explosion. (Y/N) was knocked to the floor, injured, when suddenly the roof fell on him, causing him to be knocked out.
Seeing the other kid, Harry rushed to rescue him, not knowing that both of their fates will forever be changed.
After a flurry of misunderstandings explained and time travel used, Sirius Black and Olivia Potter flew to safety on the also wanted hippogriffe, Buckbeak. They continued flying in a seemingly random direction for ages, doing their best to keep warm and keep on the beast. Ocean became their only view and soon enough neither of them had any idea where they were. They took turns sleeping through the night, each keeping a sharp lookout for any land up ahead.
It felt as if an entire day had passed before Sirius spotted land. They were exhausted, starving, and dehydrated, but managed to muster up some energy to try and get Buckbeak to land. As they approached the landmass, however, they started to notice how densely populated it was. A city was sprawled underneath them, and Buckbeak was going nowhere near it. Despite their urging, the flying creature continued its course for another five hours.
Buckbeak finally touched down in a dense forest area with no cars, crowds, or buildings in sight. He crashed down with as much grace as he could muster, flung the unwelcomed passengers off of him, and wandered off to find substenance.
"Sirius, where are we?" Olivia groaned as she scanned the sky above her.
Sirius was the first one to move, sitting up slowly as his bones protested, "Based on my limited geography, we've either landed in Scandinavia, Canada, or the States. I'm betting on one of the last two."
He turned to face Olivia, his words trailing off as he realised the girl had passed out on the dewy grass. He smiled to himself briefly and began to get up. No matter where they had ended up, he wasn't sure it was safe- or if anywhere would ever be safe for the three wanted criminals.
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THIS IS A SEQUEL TO The Lost Potter ! If you have not read the first book I can bet that none of this is going to make sense.
This fanfic takes place mainly from GoF on, from Olivia (OC) / Sirius POV. Sirius belongs to JK Rowling but Olivia and the plot line are my own. Hope you enjoy!